“You ready for me?” He squeezes my cheeks tight around his rock-hard cock, jerking his hips so he’s close to my center but not quite there.
With every thrust, he gets that much closer until I’m weak with need and wiggling my ass against him.
He leans into my ear and nips my lobe. “Tell me what you want.”
I’m panting and straining against his cock, trying to get him where I want him.
He slaps my ass, and I moan out. “Let me hear you say it.” He slaps the other cheek and my knees weaken. “Tell me, and I’ll give it all to you.”
“Yes, yes, I want it all. I want your cock.”
“That’s all I needed to hear, beautiful.” He digs his fingers into my hips, pulls back and drives into me. So hard, and so good, filling me up in the best way.
From then on, our bodies take over in a push and pull, a give and take. I’m so wired that the size of him stretching me only adds to the exquisite pleasure. He’s primed and pumped my body to its fullest, and I take every inch of him.
When the third orgasm hits, I collapse into the mattress, but he holds me tight against him as he rides out the pulsing of my body.
“Love the way your pussy milks me.” He sucks on the side of my neck. “Fuckin’ draining me dry.”
He pumps harder, faster, and his size and my aftershocks take me to another level. A level I’ve never experienced and know I will only experience with him.
Diesel drops wet kisses along my shoulders, then falls to my side, wrapping me in his arms. For the first time in a long time, I feel safe.
DIESEL
I cuddle Martina to me, burying my head in her hair. I guessed she’d smell so sweet and taste so good, and now I’m sure.
A laugh rumbles through my chest.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking about the first time I saw you on stage at the club.” I stroke her hip, and she shifts closer. “You looked like a deer in headlights.”
She laughs. “‘Cause I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”
Then all of a sudden, you broke out. Starting doin’ all those back bends and shit. The whole fuckin’ room went crazy.”
“I took gymnastics for years. The whole trying to get rid ofextra energy thing. I even competed with other high schools, but I’m sure my coach never imagined I’d use those moves in a Tijuana strip club.”
“Babe, you are too much. Nobody would’ve believed you never stripped before. I’d say you had guts and a crazy fuckin’ attitude.”
She stretches out next to me. “I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.”
I thread my fingers through her hair, and soon I hear her steady breathing. I stare at the ceiling, wondering where we go from here.
Smoke would want a full report, and her being Eduardo’s sister raised about a dozen red flags, but I didn’t care. From now on, Martina was under the Royal Bastards’ and the Royal Harlots’ protection, and between my badass brothers and those feisty women, we had her back. Until we had this settled with Benito and her crazy ass brother, either myself or Maxie would have eyes on her at all times.
A loud banging jolts me awake, and I search the room. Martina is tucked into my bed, still asleep, and the bright Tijuana sun is blazing through the shades. I check my phone. Eleven in the morning. Way later than I normally slept.
The pounding continues, so I throw my legs over the bed, drag on my jeans and head for the door. I swing it open to a very pissed-off Smoke on the other side.
“Why the fuck haven’t you answered your phone, and what the fuck are you doin’?” He gives me the once-over and smirks. “I take it you didn’t sleep on the couch last night.”
I glance at the couch and see my phone on the floor halfway under the coffeetable. Must’ve fallen there when I stumbled us into the bedroom last night.
I head for the kitchen. “No more questions till I’ve at least had one cup of coffee.”
Smoke makes a show of looking at his watch. “Since when do you sleep past seven, woman in your bed or not?”
